Third-person POV
Seraphina shot up from her bed with a jolt, her heart racing as her eyes darted to the clock by her side. The tournament. Today was the tournament.
"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, throwing the covers off and swinging her legs over the bed. The clock read way past the time she was supposed to be up.
She had set her alarm; she was sure of it. There was no way she would've forgotten, not when today was this important.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced around the room. Most of her roommates were already gone, and their beds were empty and neatly made, as if they had been gone for hours. Only one person was still in the room, and that was Ashleigh.
She was dressed and adjusting her earrings in front of the mirror, looking like she was just about to head out.
